Another ringer?

So it is another year. Crystal and my sisters are in Florida. I am pretty sure that Stacy has been napped by a hobo named Freddy. Banjj is in Tijuana building houses. For the second time, I might add. He is seriously screwing the curve for celestial brownie points. Speaking of curves- academic, that is – I haven’t a clue as to where Justin is. Probably in Durock, but possibly at a wild party. He’s down like that. Lisa is mia for status reports, but that is partially due to my lack of aol-ing lately. Trillian started to annoy me with it’s constant presence. Natalia is in Duarte, so far as I know. I meant to send her the thing that I was going to send her, but I hit a few snags and the sending will have to happen at another point in time. I just have to pin her down again. Chino, not Duarte, is playing host to Rachel. On either side of the nation, we balance out the high frequency stress vibes when we are not being mentholatedly uber-cool. No, that was not really meant to make sense to anyone else. And yes, mentholatedly is a word because I said so and that’s how words get made isn’t it?
I thoroughly enjoyed this year. 2004 began shakily and rose to nice heights, but I think 2005 was definitely better. It began high and rose higher- despite the spazz-tastic pitfalls along the way. Even the pitfalls were fun though. How often do I get to leave fiftythousand frantic comments and emails while shaking like some kind of intensely shaky thing? Okay, a lot. But these times I had pretty good reason.
Making resolutions has never been a very big deal with me. It mostly seems as though if you really wanted to do something, you wouldn’t wait* until some third party came up and gave you a convenient jumping off point. However I understand the need for a little push sometimes. I am in the latter half of my room cleaning. It is a typical thing for me to start over Christmas Break, get serious about just before New Year’s, and mostly finish or give up before February. It is not just a here-or-there pickup, but an all out assault on every corner. Right now it looks rather a mess. Darkest before the dawn, and all that.
Also for Christmas I got two copies of the Kerouac that I wanted. I had a feeling that would happen. It is the side effect of telling everyone in the world that you want that book. Sometimes a couple of people in the world actually listen. However a twin completely surprised me by remembering that I wanted a poker set. It led to a late afternoon of lots of shouting as everyone tried to read the rules and tell everyone else to shut up because no one was reading them right and basically no one ever listened enough for us to figure it out so we just played from what I remembered from watching Celebrity Poker and any real cardplayer would likely be disgusted. In the end we invented a version of “Go Fish” that involved betting and such. Simple and fun.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better. - George E. Woodberry

“Happy the man, and happy he alone,He, who can call to-day his own:He who, secure within, can say,To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today” –John Dryden

*please, please hold off snickering about the absolute hypocrisy of my advising others to be proactive. And excuse the use of the word proactive. It is nearly as verboten as verbatim, I think.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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